He stood in the same place in which he had stood every day for the past month, once again watching the people in the house across the street go about their daily lives. He knew when the people left, when they came home, and when they slept. They were like little ants, unaware of the danger all around them, specifically of him, standing across the street, always watching, always learning. He knew these people by heart, and tonight, he would kill them.
The man smiled as he thought of how lovely tonight would be, how it would feel to take the lives of these insignificant little people. One man, one woman, and one child. The man was 40 years old and taught at the local high school. The woman was 42 years old working as a librarian at a public library. The child was 19 years old and attended the local university, majoring in psychology. He vaguely wondered what the child would think of him. What category would she place him in? Would she call him a sociopath or a psychopath, or perhaps something a little more descriptive. It wouldn’t matter though, she’d be dead before she could classify him.
As night began to fall, he smiled and began walking in the direction of his apartment. He would have plenty of time to prepare for the attack, after all it was only 6:30 P.M. He intended to strike at midnight tonight, when only the child was awake. She would be his first victim.
“Allie, can you take out the trash?” asked Allie’s Mother.
“Yes Mom, I’ll get to it in a minute,” replied Allie, “I’ve just got to finish this last paragraph for my essay first.”
As Allie wrote the final words of the paragraph, she looked out her window and saw the man walking away down the street. “How creepy,” she thought as she recalled that he had been there three hours ago. She saved the rough draft of her essay and went to take out the trash.
The crickets had already begun to chirp as Allie carried the trash bag around the side of the house. She tossed the trash in the bin, and went back inside, locking the door behind her.
After dinner, her parents went to bed and she shut off all the lights as she went to her room to finish some last minute homework. She booted up her laptop and started working on an article she was writing for the school newspaper. The article was about real vampires, people who require the blood or energy of others in order to survive. She was using the recent peak in interest in fantasy monsters due to the nearness of Halloween to slip in some real information in an attempt to educate people about real vampirism. Hopefully, the article would inspire people to search for more information and become more knowledgeable about real vampirism. As a vampire, she had a vested interest in that.
At about midnight she saved the final draft and got ready for bed. She turned off her lamp and was about to climb into bed when suddenly she tensed up. Something wasn’t right. She breathed in deeply and caught a scent that she hadn’t smelled before. She hissed softly as she realized it was the scent of a man. Her territory had been invaded.
Allie slipped out of her room silently and crept down the hallway to the living room. Since she was 13 she had exercised to her physical limit, building muscles and endurance. At the age of 19 she was stronger than most men her age. On top of that, she had no inhibitions to killing when necessary. She believed that if someone tried to harm her or anyone she cared about, then she had the right to kill them.
She spotted the man beside the sliding glass door that led to the backyard. Silently, she slipped behind the couch and waited for him to approach. As he approached, she noticed moonlight glinting off a blade in his right hand.
Allie’s heart sped up a bit, but she kept her cool and tensed her muscles for the leap. His knife would do him no good if she took him down quickly enough. As long as he didn’t notice her, she was sure she could do just that.
One step at a time, he crossed the room in the direction of the child’s room. Soon, she would be permanently asleep in his arms, then, her parents would join her. He could hardly contain his excitement as he came to the mouth of the hallway.
Suddenly, something smashed into him from behind and he felt an arm go around his neck. The force of the hit knocked the breath out of him, but he managed to throw himself to the side before the arm could twist his neck. He turned around just in time to see the child’s foot connect with the side of his knee.
From the moment the foot hit, he knew he was in trouble. The sharp pain and the loud crack of fracturing bone was simply confirmation of that fact. Somehow the child had gotten the drop on him, but he wasn’t out of it yet. With a grunt, he swung the knife in an arc at the child, but she managed to jump back just in time.
With a ferocious hiss, she knocked the knife out of his hand and slammed her palm into his chest. He could feel several of his ribs give way under her palm, and he staggered back with the force of the blow. He hit the ground hard as his leg gave out under him, and he lay there, shocked with the realization that this child had overcome him so easily. The last thing he saw were her eyes, her inhuman eyes with a deep hunger hidden behind them.